Alone in a Crowd (sonnet)

"Those who want friends must show themselves friendly,"
That mantra I heard whenever I asked
Why playmates were few and issues many.
Making connections was such a hard task.
Just when I thought there was someone to play,
Just when I let down my guard just a bit,
For some unknown reason they went away,
Leaving me wondering why I don't fit.
I am an island, I guess you could say,
Alone in a crowd that walks right on by.
The only ones who care are ones I pay
With money or stories of days gone by.
No one could ever see past all my scars.
Guess I'll just sit here and stare at the stars.